"Dragon's blood?"

When Heinlikai heard this, her face suddenly turned weird: "You mean the bloodline of the Dorag family?"

Arthur: "Since the establishment of the Holy Loren family, it has been mixed with the blood of the Dorag family, and the two families often intermarry, is it strange that there is dragon blood?"

One of the reasons why Robert sat on the Iron Throne was that the Holy Loren family was a distant relative of the Dorag family, and it was indeed not surprising that they had dragon blood, but the Fat Emperor had said that he would kill all the Dorag bloodline......

There is not much to talk about in terms of the extraordinary, especially Penelope, who is not very clear, and everyone has nothing to say in the next sentence.

Only Gianna was still in high spirits and chatting with Arthur about magic.

Joining the crowd, in addition to telling Arthur about the caster, the red-haired priestess, who had always kept a low profile, came over at this time.

He said softly, "Arthur, as long as you come with me to Yasha to meet your relatives, I promise that he will give you enough money to buy the Unsullied." ”

Still let me go to Yaxia without giving up?

Arthur said angrily: "One trip to Yasha is enough time for me to go back to Westeros." ”

Seeing that persuasion was fruitless, the red-haired priestess regained her silence.

The night in the Dothrak Sea is very quiet.

Riding a horse overnight for nearly 100 miles, the sky was already dark.

The soldiers took turns resting.

Varian and Arthas, who took over the command at night, were already resting at this time, and Ryan and Lothar were preparing to find a place to camp and rest.

The overnight journey was tiring and could not continue, otherwise the exhausted soldiers would not be able to exert their full combat strength in case of danger.

After resting and eating and drinking, the people set out again on their journey eastward.

Kao, of the four large tribes and three medium-sized tribes in the western part of the Dothraki Sea, was quite honest, and they all restrained their warriors and did not raid the ranks of Arthur and the others.

After a long journey, Slave Bay was not far away.

Probably tomorrow, you will be able to enter the area inhabited by the Lazarin.

The smoke of the conversation rises.

The sun in the sky shines the blue sky clearly, the white clouds float, and the combination of green grass and horses is a painting.

At this time, a caravan of several hundred people appeared ahead.

Seeing that there was a camp here, the fat man came over surrounded by guards.

They also wanted to rest here, so they came to say hello and see if there were any acquaintances.

Leaving Slave Bay and traveling overland to the nine free trade city-states, most of these merchants knew each other, made friends if they didn't, and then had a business conversation.

"After walking in the Dothrak Sea for so long, I finally saw the fat sheep. "Robert was very happy about the appearance of the caravan, the arrival of the fat man, who wanted to rob the money to buy the Unsullied.

Ed: "Your Majesty, you're setting a bad example like that!"

Francis: "Once or twice doesn't matter, besides, we'll be able to put down the rebellion when we return to Westeros." ”

"What are you going to do?" Seeing Robert carrying the war hammer, Ryan shouted to order the soldiers to line up with swords and shields, and the fat man hurriedly pulled the horses to stop.

"Robbery!" Robert on horseback rushed over and killed two guards as soon as he urged his mount, and then killed the frightened fat man who sat down on the horse.

Ryan led his troops to surround the caravan: "Death to the rebels!"

"Immediately lay down your arms and surrender!"

In Essos, laying down your arms and surrendering means becoming a trophy and then being sold into slavery!

Hired by caravans, the mercenaries and guards who lick the blood on their knives know that they have only two paths,—— victory, or death!

Mercenaries and escorts are not soldiers of the army.

Even though they have extraordinary combat power or have their own skills, they are essentially stragglers.

Facing the first step of the army holding a big shield and wielding a long sword, Arthur didn't turn on the aura of power to help the battle, and it was not enough to see!

Mercenaries are like charlatans.

No matter how much you can fight, you can't be an opponent of the army in a head-on battle!

"Surrender, we are from Westeros, and we will not sell you to slave owners. Looking at the vain mercenaries and guards, Arthur shouted to them in the High and Low Valyrian languages.

No one responded, no one heeded Arthur's shouting.

They still clung to their weapons.

Stubbornly trying to fight their way out.

I can't persuade you.

Ryan, Lothar, and Varian show no mercy to their enemies.

Without drawing his sword, Arthur only held his shield, tried to put down the mercenaries and guards, and then let the soldiers around him catch him.

Anne appreciated his kindness and kindness.

But the battle is dangerous, there is really no one who can be obediently subdued by her, and the attack strength of the long sword is not enough, and there is a risk of injury if you leave your hand a little.

Accustomed to finding flaws in the enemy, he will kill with one blow, and he really can't help the kind boy.

Especially now.

The big sword, which was three palms wide and one meter and six meters long, was danced by a short-haired female mercenary.

Anne could only dodge constantly, unable to get close with her nimble steps, and could barely block attacks with her blessed strength.

Seeing that Anne couldn't handle this mercenary, Heinlikai immediately pulled her bow and shot arrows to support, but the sharp arrows were easily blocked by the mercenary with a big sword.

"Anne, she'll give it to me. ”

Arthur hurriedly ran into the mercenary with his shield against him.

However, blessed with the blessing of power, he was stumbled and stopped by the sweeping sword!

There was no way to put the person down at close range, and the big sword slashed like lightning, Arthur hurriedly raised his shield to defend but was embarrassed, and was forced to be in danger by the mercenary one after another.

"We don't want to hurt you, we're just here for the money, and if you don't believe us, you can just leave. ”

Arthur couldn't fight back, and his grip on the shield defense became a complete target.

Heinlikai shot a few arrows in a row to no avail, and she couldn't stand it: "Fool, put away your useless kindness and solve her immediately!"

Sigh helplessly.

Holding the shield alone, he became more and more embarrassed with the female mercenary, and finally had no choice but to draw his sword, and said while fighting: "I'll let the soldiers make way for you, you can leave directly." ”

However, the mercenary's answer was that the attack was more violent.

Her companions, recalcitrant mercenaries, and guards had all fallen to the ground, and those who were still alive were captured by the soldiers.

Robert walked impatiently with a war hammer: "Boy, how long are you going to play? Fighting is not a game, and you can't show mercy to the enemy!"

Barristan danced with a long sword in his hand: "Your Majesty, let me come." ”

"Your Majesty?"

Arthur, who drew his sword, used his shield to block the big sword several times, and had the opportunity to kill the female mercenary, but he was merciless and refused to kill with the long sword in his hand.

The weight of the big sword was not light, the female mercenary's attack was not as fierce as before, and she was surrounded by soldiers, she didn't think about stopping, and the thought of surrender never flashed in her mind.

I've been thinking about breaking out!

But to hear Barristan call His Majesty, the fat man with a war hammer in hand.

She immediately thought of the bounty offered to the Emperor and Prime Minister of Westeros from the nine free trade city-states some time ago!

That fat man is the emperor?

Thinking about it, the mercenary stopped her attack on Arthur and asked vigilantly, "Are you really my Westeros?"

Seeing the mercenary stop, hearing her speak in Westeros, Barristan was about to kill Barristan to stop: "Are you from Westeros?"

The mercenary nodded, "Yes." ”

Then he looked at Barristan and asked, "You just mentioned Your Majesty?"

Since she was from Westeros, it was natural for the emperor to salute, and the big fat man behind Barristan said, "This is His Majesty Robert Holy Loran." ”

Hearing this, the female mercenary hesitated for a moment, looked at Arthur, who had put his sword back into its sheath, and knelt down on one knee with his sword in front of the fat emperor.

...... To be continued......